. ♪. Draw lines and separate, don't look back. Gates are facing reality, and I cast it off. It's why I could not realize, realize. Outer fence, when I took my eyes off. Soul is warmed, arrays of blossoms. All
. ♪. Draw lines and separate, don't look back. Gates are facing reality, and I cast it off. It's why I could not realize, realize. Outer fence, when I took my eyes off. Soul is warmed, arrays of blossoms. All